I'm called crazy but I just sit back and watch the act
The shot to the mouth is the sign of a hostile compromise
A sick twisted envy broadcasts deception into the pit of my stomach
It boils with hot gastric sincerity
A slow linger of anxious bog settled with indecency
The attention craving singulars throw me into the fiery pit
Almost composed, I dread my held patience with a static vein stemming out of my lobe
Unwanted friends stir me into ambivalence
The devil tells me to ridicule their faults and flaws, alike my fully functional conscience
It's hard to see my bigger person but he's there with his list, shaking his head and telling me I am right
Brimming with rage I am told to reveal their ugliness; strip them down to their flesh and bones with a wax Carver and humiliate the vulnerable ego, which coexists in every living, breathing and selfish waste
To ask how it feels​ now is an enduring moment for them and their self-interested pursuits
They are now feeling from me and not from themselves
They are drawn into a self pity I had handed to them; treated as a raw strange delicacy
The ******* can all shrivel into their newly pivotal grave
My one and only lesson I favour to give to those shrivelled, now-benign *******; to them a ****** so unfaithful and sacraliged​, it is the most unbearably important stake in the heart that they have learned

Into the delusion of night,
Our minds in the midst
Of euphoric delirium,
****** bright

Smoke of shroom dust,
Upon the loft
Ourselves the plant in brain,
Implanted within ourselves of cells

The invisible cells no longer,
As we glow in the rectangular prism
Free and breaking through,
My mind melts in mush

Sphinx statue sits still,
In his unChristly  pyramid
For a millennium we dilatatur,
Swept into a World already left behind

*Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum,
Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum

Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui
Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui

The picture is on hold
And I am withheld within
These million sparkling images
I can no longer understand

I can stay longer than any of them
I'm the withstanding plague
Who sees no toxic love as you
I can sit up all night thinking of
You and them
I could ****** each and every one
Of your petty black gems

privileged and religious
your cliffhanging submission
cannot be fathomed
As you let everything go
And give yourself up
Become the black sheep
In the crowd
White and privileged
You're standing loud
Your smile shouts
Big white scary teeth
When you make ends meet
You will die in a cave
With your back to the light
Suffice, it is to say
Your group delves in delight
Inside a carton box of
Old churned milk and aluminum
Milk-white metallic melting
You to the ground and
Hardened and sound
Never were you found
In the poisonous space
of conforming diligence
Your soul hardens and
cracks as you travel
Every country, to say that
you have been there
To say you're a perfect
****** of Cretinous species
To be recognized; special
Suffice, it is to say
You are the black sheep

crumpled ticket in the pocket with no time on the dime dim lightning struck breaking in the best of kin a win win i cant do this tear slice shred swear it's a shame no sweat but fame the pressure builds up bogey blue bragster's mother-finnicky ******* **** ive found it ive found im hidden im hidden the gem's locked away rub one rub one rub one tug one tug one tug on zing we have a winner the shadow is cast the stars are alligned which match my eyes liquid pouring down fast on down the runway time to fly and catch the sky my time's not wasted but im wasted space look at me try try cry no river no stream no end just the fairly odd lookalike best of kin coddling crast dancing jigalow on the gallows pole

The standing bricks and blue-grey faces smile
I hear death outside

It was our final ride
And I saw the blue-grey faces for what they really were:

Sad, careless, and abandoned,
Glossened with luminous inquiry

Darkness helps me think
So I can shrink into my own room of thought
So I can unlayer

The feeling of losing control
Is as harmless as love

When push comes to shove,

My bricks will no longer stand
And my face will be, only grey

There is no such thing as freedom because you can play God
because he only pretends to sit in his sofa castle
laughing at your foolishness
eating your baby noodles

Anyone can play this game but I won't stand for it
because spilling their guts makes it criminal
because it makes me liberal
like it's all okay

Their cynical smirks and superior rationale
burn me alive into a ******* Charleston
I curse them all and **** them all
and I am ****** for it

Words of evil percieved only as evil by the weak
because killing and ****** is a neccessity
a demand for destiny which the world stages
it's freedom for all but the just

I know I know nothing unlike all the other pigs
they can cheer and chortle because they're boxed in their world
epileptic to my hare-ful truth that means nothing
because I am an ignoramus who is free

To the glamour dressed diesel alcoholic
to the giraffe-wearing radicalist
to the artistocratic plum-picking *******
to the uneducated, ****-smoking secretary
to the briefless, cold-handed ******
to the green-spiked punk with a polarized attitude
to the one who sent nukes overseas to G**bless other countries
I pity your concealment; your pathetic, two-dimensional box

For I know nothing, so when you find me
Sit me down, and shoot me in the ******* head
Because you wish you had nothing like me

So find me and burn me on the stake
Huff the audacity my smoking flesh omits
Breed your Reptilian filth over my dead body

You are free once you are stripped of your privilges. You can see after your time in the darkness. With a piece of mind you can still find the time to enjoy the heavy rain on flat ground. See the aged and delicate swim with their pink umbrella. See how the dog is still tied firmly to his leash. But not held captive to the things you mistake as luxury. The sonic boom will wake you from misery. The company owns both friends and foes and all that stand in between so meaningless and futile. Sharp smiles, the dollar rises. But murky bodies forgotten, float down the Nile.

Scratch the itch
You start to slip
Drawn into whatever
They tune you in

There's only a few
Like you, they know
But you're paying them
For ignored lies

You're just cattle
Waiting in line
Condemned a thinker
And you don't even have the wit to act

**The cynic is strong. But the cynic is weak.
The cynic is strong. But the cynic is weak.
Vibrating neurotically in the vacuum of tyranny. Let the animal out of his cage.

You could have just been friends
He could have drawn pictures of you
Envy rushes through and through

And you could have just said "No"
We could have been polite
Your happiness would not have shown
If things were alright

We rely on this
We die with this

Crazy wind
You scare my girl
And make her wait
Inside for the rain
You make her shout
Crazy wind you'll pay
I swear to you
That I'll have God
show you how much wind
He can breath in
Crazy wind
Next of kin,
I'll have her well
I throw my fire at you
*Crazy wind

When I had fallen off the horse,
I could say it was a blur, a blur of a thousand drinks
A blur of two lost lovers holding hands,
LOst my beer in the sand,
She lost her man

Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good

Drunken flashback to the summercamp,
We're talking and laughing under the sun
You smile at me, it's just like country!

Cause I'm a drunk,
and nowadays country music sounds so hurt!
it seems as though
it seems as though
it seems as though
The horse kicked me good

Fast forward to me being a drunk,
I only hear rap-country on my *** walkman cassette
Where is the country and where is my beer, it's all messed up
I can say I've missed the Country Western Days,
I can say I've missed it

Our minds warp,
Twist into viscose vapour.
Our bright minds in labour,
Know too much to speak.

We are evading
We are evading

Bright minds evading,
Bright minds escaping

This world is only artificial
What we see is commercial

Travelling through ******-warp, We see the Sun and Moon,
The Eyes of God, move through the diseased space, Immune,
Impregnable to God’s cloak;
Yes we see you. Yes we can.

I've been walking past the same dinosaur ******* a dozen times and it doesn't bother me. What bothers me though, is the threatening message that is faded and smudged out in the bathroom's handicapped stall. I can barely read it saying "Carl something, I will find where you live something something. Above the message reads a cryptic proposition: 416-818-9120 Jay. What kinda sick fun could the number propose.

As I walk out I see the extinctee's gaping cavity release nutrients for the thirteenth time. I feel like someone important in some kind of cerebral movie; especially the fact that I've found a newly discovered purpose in my life. As well the clothes they have given me add a prominence of flare and swagger. My friend catches up to me asking about something, I don't really hear him. I find a pay phone and punch in the digits. The phone rings but no answer. Disappointed, I walk away, but the phone then rings. I pick it up and hear only heavy breathing. I don't know what to say. I say nothing.

He then says: "This is Jay."

He spares me the details and he or she tells me to meet him at the Slovenian BLED HALL.

"What's there?"

Click . . . I ruffage through my bag for a change of clothes, I don't know why -- a muscle shirt and sweat pants with lobsters and oranges on them. I leave the duffle bag. My friend and I jump in the car and pin it.

On arrival, I see a dirt path that leads us to a white church in  the middle of a stray field. The paint is chipped off from harsh weather, windows are smashed, and brown is smeared on the front porch.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this" my friend says.

I ignore him. I walk up the sticky steps and open the creaky entrance door. The room is filled entirely with candles, ceremonial red paint cover the walls, and my friend has only a bad feeling about all of this. He wants to leave.

"You shall not leave" the voice of Jay echoes.

"Who is that?"

"I summoned you. You shall not ask any questions, and you shall not leave. You with the pants. I want you to undress your friend."

My heart sinks. I have no choice. I feel a dozen other men staring at me behind the darkness, their daggers pointing rock hard at me. I feel like I'm in a gay ***** film now. My friend starts to sob as I undress him. Shut up, you'll be fine. He is shaking, his mind in shock. The cauldron bubbles at the end of the room. I know what must be done.

We both stare down at the scolding hot ***. He's literally begging me to change his mind and it really gets on my nerves. I throw him in head first. His scrawny legs dangle upwards. He pops out, holding his burning face, his guttural screams echoe the chamber. One of the men hands me their dagger. With one swift and easy motion, I slit his throat. His body descends, his life no longer a struggle, he is now simply being cooked. I hope these guys don't try to **** me.

You're cynical but caring
You're truthful but daring
No fear, no criticism

And yes, you!
Over there; your laundry smell
Your snuggy-apparel
It's a total waste of time

No time, no catch-up
I'll run for cover, I'm sorry

I'm an ostrich with its head in the sand
I'm sorry, that's just who I am

The earthside glistens from rainfall's night
Sun of our God, glimmering daylight

What will we hear today?
What will we see today?

Rippling rivers traverse downstream
The creatures of Nature seldom seen

Plantations growth tame when lost
Only to find what life could  cost

*What could we feel today?
What could we be today?

The fat moody Frenchman stumbles the sidewalk
My vulture eyes glare
I say sometimes you're alright, yeah you are
My skin is fair
The preppy striped clothes stained with tar
You are nice and dark
I say sometimes, I wish I was you
You're in heat, you can't think straight
I say the wine is good but your company is okay
But let's stay, let's have a play date
For **** sakes!

The world is in comatose
She walks and flirts
With her flower skirt

We were walking around at night. We came across these apartment buildings. We broke into one of the ground floor tenants. This guy and girl broke in from an outside patio; a real nice metallic fence on the patio with intricate shape patterns. So I wait around the building and then I hear banging from the window. It sounded dreadful. I ran away, scared. They're probably dead because the banging was so forceful and frantic and urgent. I run back to my own apartment. I live on the highest floor. I take the elevator, and as I get out I walk past K. He says "Hi" to me. He goes into the elevator I was just in. He leaves. Something is not right. I walk into my room to find clothes lying on my bed. These were the clothes of my friends. I now see the flashing blue and red lights outside. The police cars are outside. They have surrounded me. My friends have been ***** and murdered. I see a black car pulling out of the parking lot. K is driving off into the distance.

I should never trust K.

You're an unhealthy fixation
Your dark obsessed heart
Should be an evisceration
Your stupidity stored away
Should be stored away,
Completely.
You're an unhealthy fixation
Those bold words after inhalation
Make me ***** with blood
Let those words bleed on the page,
Completely.
And then you will know entirely
That you are uncouth and stupid
You're an unhealthy fixation
Fixated on her, selfishly,
*Completely.

I promise I'll be on my best behavior
But I hear a thing calling me for the keys
As lofty as I try, they drop into oblivion
Serious, I better come back to inhibit
The picture opens up sideways
And they single me out like a crusty chutzpah
The peeling pages ffffffffffffff nnnn
Coccinellidae attacks his family grave light
A nod to the growling and glistening moray next to me
He is big, and he is covered in my spit -- I tell him one
Find a better party whose postponed

Bats fly quietly past my head
There's a commotion idly playing in the far distance
Under my moving bed

Two green tunnels open wide
My hands shift, separate and attach elsewhere
As I spiral down the ride

A soft coating of relief
I swell in and out of both hell and limbo
A razor blade motion to the throat

I give to my own reflection
A red smiling geyser with pin-sized eyes
Blue dread with little hope that sinks low

**The days get further as I swallow nothing
but lumps of dry, flakey air

Guess I gotta find out who I want to be
But you know it’s a lie when they say you’ll know what to do
At the age of twenty three
In the next twenty years I’ll just be another John to the corporate ******
Hell, I’m already am, but just still half-awake
Dependant on the food and drugs, and the Ministry’s shortcake
Find out who I gotta be before I’m dragged down the Gov't pie-hole
Guess who I am right now, just a sad and confused *******

Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are

Today’s the day, today’s the day, I call in sick
Give myself a warm bath and play with my ****
It’s called “stimulating”, to those who don’t know or don’t feel
Give myself another twenty years, and I’ll have nothing to play with
But bare with me, there’s still time, there’s still a chance; some kind of retribution
I grab my Phillips, and shave her down to the woods, an open landscape
I’m an open book now, and I’m singing to myself as I go against the grain,
I punch in the info, stroke my finger down the list, ask who's to blame
Eureka

Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by all of whom guide me
Guess who I am guess who I am
Bounded by love and its bounty
Guess whom they are

Today’s the day, and so I grab my pliers and duct tape
My hunting knife, my hunting bow, my hunting clothes
Dressed for the ****, but smiling like the loonies who broke into the Whitehouse
Today’s the day, a redemption song, I found me a ****** to lynch
And I found me a ****** to shoot, as I say goodbye cruel world
Hallelujah, God bless my sick little show
Caught me a tiger by the toe
And if he hollers, I’ll let him croak
Onto the next one, I’ll make him choke

This is who I am

Nothing is funny at five
Don't test me I'll find a way to make you cry
The ***** is in the soup but you can only taste the bitter parts
Shush your pretty ******* mouth, I'll mouth you off till your heart beets red
I'll send the green handed money men to rub their juices onto you
They're very rich but will make you poor
Your face is a caked home for all their bacteria which lives comfortably at room temperature like you
I am so very frustrated that I'm depressed into a soggy grey pancake
But I am convinced otherwise, so I say what a fun game this is
I smile and twirl my mustache with my sticky green juice fingers as you feverishly release fluids in a quivering animation
From just looking at me, you  can read my mind and you know very well how much I hate your trivial lifestyle with those big, useless idle creatures and how you're "traditional and religious" and how you believe everything is okay
When you die, God will ******* and your life will then end
Your family prays that my words won't **** you but your alienated brother is living on the streets with poppyseed chills running down his crippling spine
It's like he doesn't exist
And it's too late for me because you're calling for bad weather
I'm in your begrudgingly deep **** hole if my landing is safe so let's hope the parachute doesn't open
Just calm down and let me imagine myself rolled into a ball naked, and the room is covered in wires; on the ceiling, on the floor, on the walls, all covered in wires
They can hear me, the room is ******* tapped, they can hear me
Talking to you

You better be thankful
Because no other day you would be